The beard was a little shorted and I look a lot younger. The triumph still doesn’t work. This was on my first attempted road trip with Sam, Rob and phil. Mad it as far as Reading or so then broke down. We carried on to the Gower peninsular. Sam crashed his bike into a paddock avoiding horses and flipped it at least a few times. Me and rob pinned it back to london 2 up on his thruxton. Good times.
This seems like forever ago. Thats the honda cj in the background and my triumph as it was when it came over from the states, in the back yard in Lower Clapton circa 2011.
Made it to the party with only minor issues. The oil tank mounts sheered off but one was left so duct tapped the oil tank to the frame and kept going. My spare oil tank in my pack was sitting on a bolt on my fender and sprung a leak all through my bag. Fuck. The party was rad. In an old lodge in the middle of know where. Got messy and stayed with Keith from Eat Dust. Past out in the van on the way home with Dean, threw up in the morning, lost my Simpson helmet and gloves then set off back for home.
Made it about 100km then lost spark. Couldnt figure it out and running batteryless with modern black box technology made it super hard to fjnd the problem. Narrowed it down to the cdi or coil.
Loads to do for the next trip now.
If anyone finds a black Simpson full face and red wing gloves i would be grateful to get them back. Left on my bike at the dice party. Remember Karma is a bitch.
Getting ready to ride over to this next weekend – London to Belgium next friday anyone?